Month: November 2016

  • What to do when you have anxiety and are envious of others?

    frustrated girl

    So I’ve been running my coaching business for just over 2 years now and in that time I’ve felt bouts of envy towards other coaches. You know the kind of envy that you get when you’re procrastinating on working  towards your dream because it all seems too much and then you torture yourself further by going through their Instagram pages gobsmacked at that perfect downward dog on the beach just as a wave is crashing nearby.

    They’re sooooooooo damn perfect!

    Why is it they seem to get all the attention?

    Then the questions start coming doesn’t it?

    Is it because I’m not cool enough, drink enough green juice or use the right filter on my Instagram photos?

    And perhaps you start equating it with your worth?


  • Is it time for a cleanse?


    I am the whisper in the trees,

    Lean in.

    Can you hear me?

    I am magnificent. Yours.

    A soul whisper, gently on the breeze,

    Speaking to your beating heart,

    A heart that longs to rest.


    Come, dear one.

    Sit under the warmth of my branches,

    Where I can caress you,

    Nurture you, protect you from the heat of the day.

    My leaves dance in your presence,

    They delight in the beauty of who you are.


    You are magnificent, the whisper gets stronger.

    You are beauty because you grow in my greatness,

    My arms stretch out over you,

    You see shadows, but I see love personified,

    Outstretched over you so these soul whispers can continue to get louder.


    Will you listen?

    Close your eyes so you can hear my message.

    Deeply breathe in the oxygen I give you so freely,

    Now can you hear me?


  • Are you a bumblebee?


    Oh little bumblebee, I see you.

    Busying yourself, rushing around.

    Pleasing everyone else,

    Thinking that this is what you need to do to feel important.


    This day was different. She had vowed that!

    A rostered day off, how marvellous.

    A fresh day, so new.

    She began the day like she usually would,


    But the bumblebee paused.

    What’s the point in producing all of this nectar ,

    If she couldn’t freely taste it’s sweetness?


    The bumblebee decided she would go on an adventure,

    She would take stock of all that was important to her,

    As a high flyer she put her strategies out.

    She knew she needed just enough structure to start moving forward.


    As she mapped out her plan (with enough space to just have fun),

    She felt the wind lift her wings up,

    Like those majestic hot air balloons she had seen in her daisy filled field.


    The bumblebee took flight.

    She stopped to rest.

    How soft the petals were…

    And that aroma as sweet as the nectar she collected from it.


    She had a taste of it now,

    The bumblebee needed this time to be more productive at work,

    For she wasn’t her work,

    She was designed for far more than that.

    It was to be a delight to her queen.


    The bumblebee returned home,

    With fresh vision and sweetness,

    She knew that she wasn’t flying and competing with others for her nectar,

    For each bumblebee collected a nectar that was unique to them.


    Her nectar was the sweetness of knowing in her heart that she is loved.

    She didn’t need to prove her worth,

    Even though she knew there would be times where she doubted it.
    The bumblebee was a vital and important part of her ecosystem.


    Just because she chose to live.